Lyrics The Big Sleep - Kill the Vultures

The Big Sleep

In walks the bellhop snow blind and shell shocked
One step from none left and six ways from cell blocked
The wheel well rots in the pivotal year-Nearly fell off
Your fears fall deaf on the criminal ear
Subliminal steer of static sounds clear
Now turn it louder than the panic ‘round here
Plastic frown smeared on the presidential portrait
It represents the portion of those hesitant to worship
Blue and red lights scream louder than the sirens
Cower in the silence or be showered in the violence
Sour from the time spent counting fallen angels
They ain’t dead, just tangled in the web wit all ‘em strangled
Damn right the freaks come out at first faded light
So hit me with your high beams or get out of my sight
Apologies were stricken from the record ‘cause the quality was measured
Peep the tall obscene that falls between the letters
Bathed in a haze of the opiates we crave
Save us from ourselves and our appropriated ways
God bless the chemical rain
I’m praying for the big sleep to lay me down easy
Swing low, sing sweetly
No pulse, pale eyes, can’t reach me
With blurred vision, mouth full of fire, slurred diction
Muffled sounds coming out the trunk via curb kissing
Earth splitting bass shakes the neighbors awake
You hear them car alarms barking like they been through an earthquake
Go chase the demons to the riverbank
Baptize ‘em til they stop movin/ it’s either swim or sank
I seen a shimmer faint glimmer of light
But that was way back when and now its only the night
I swear that they talkin' ‘bout me/ I hear them voices
From the next room over/ good thing I ain’t sober
Throw that chain lock on the door turn off them lights
And pray to god that you stay outta mind, outta sight
Radiator from hell shaking, spittin' up steam
Drunk cops on the rooftop blowing shots at the stream
Caught in between the crosshairs and walking the plank
And now I’m lost in the haze of the fog of the dream
A single white rose slides under the door
And we both bolt lightening while it thunders and pours
Hunger for more its empty and you wonder what for
Number the war and figure you can’t comfort a whore Dirty kitchen floor
epiphany no color included
The others abused it specifically so love it or loot it
Suffer the music/ interrogation room with a view
Sit quiet while we figure out a new day of ruthless